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"Mother! I found a girl unconscious in the forest." He cried to her.

He needn't say no more as his mother quickly scurried into the house to prepare a room for her, worry written all over her face. He placed her tenderly onto the soft bed and left the room while his mother busied herself with the girl.

"Bring some honey porridge dear. She'll be hungry when she wakes". She said to her son as she gently cleaned the girl's face and hands.

Chapter Four: The Raven

"Where am I?" He groaned as he tried to sit up. He felt like he had just fallen out of a tree and was a bit lightheaded. The sun was shining in his eyes and it worsened the headache he already had. To his right he heard the sound of horse hoofs and the voice of men.

"That must be the Prince!" Shouted one of the knights.

"Thank heavens we've finally found him!" Shouted the other knight with relief.

The last thing he saw before passing out were two knights vaulting off their horses and bowing to him, their silver armour glinting in the sunlight.

He slowly opened his eyes, squinting as they tried to adjust to the light. He shifted uncomfortably and tried to sit up, only to be gently pressed down by his mother.

"My dear son, rest. Do not get up. We were all so worried about you. Where had you gone? " Queen Narsina asked, tears already welling in her deep blue eyes.

"Where am I?" He asked, looking around the room puzzled.

"Son, are you ok? You are in your royal chambers. You have been missing for two days. I sent rescue parties out searching for you. Luckily William and Arthur found you. I have rewarded them dearly for finding our Prince." King Lucifer replied joyfully, his usual grim face now shining with paternal love.

"Prince?" He sat up with a confused look. Then everything suddenly came back to him like a montage; patrolling with Hermione, the pocket watch, the fall through darkness, then the knights and this Prince? He furrowed his brows in deep thought as he tried to piece it all together. Finally he came to the conclusion that they must have been sent back into the past somehow by the way these people around him were dressed and that he is also a Prince.

"Ah yes, Prince. I'm so sorry mother and father. I think I need some time alone, just to rest and get my energy back." He said trying to smile. Such resemblance these parents had with his parents back in the present. He had to find out all the information surrounding him; where he was, what year it was and where Hermione was, not that he really cared about her but maybe her know-it-all brains might come in use for once.

"Of course Draco." King Lucifer replied smiling. His smile immediately vanished as he turned to the nearest servant and demanded him to take special care of the Prince. The Queen smiled at her son lovingly then waved her hand and the many floating candles in the room gradually dimmed one by one. The door closed behind them and it was silent.

Draco sighed and sank back into his soft pillows of his king size four poster bed. His room was magnificent, much bigger than his bedroom back in the present and mostly green. Green velvet draperies cascaded down the falls, embroidered with the Slytherin snake. Rich green rugs covered the floor and a warm fire crackeled in the hearth.

He smiled with satisfaction then stretched and put his hands behind his head. I could get used to this, he thought. Now he really was a Prince, a Slytherin Prince. Meanwhile a black raven with red beady eyes stood outside his window. It stared at the boy inside then squawked loudly before flying off, black feathers falling from it.

She woke and felt warm and safe. There was a comforting presence next to her and she slowly opened her eyes. She was in a small neat room with pale pink curtains covering the windows and white-washed walls. Her bed could sleep a couple and at the foot she saw a beautiful red trunk, with jewels engraved on it. She turned her head to the right to be greeted by a handsome smile and warm, grey eyes.

"You've finally woken" He smiled again "Here, eat some warm porridge. You'll feel better." He helped her sit up, his arm behind her back supporting her. Then he brought over the bowl of porridge and started to feed her. Hermione was reluctant to eat it at first, but he encouraged and comforted her and soon she had consumed the whole bowl. All the while she stared at him with disbelief on her face. Was this Draco? They look exactly the same, except for the scars on his face. But it can't be. He is so gentle and sweet. Definitely not the Draco I know, she thought puzzled as he fed her. But how come he looks exactly like Draco?

"There. You should feel better" He put the bowl back onto the table and then sat in the chair by her bed again.

"I found you unconscious in the forest. A dragon had decided to make you his lunch but I shot the creature and brought you home. Why were you all by yourself? Did you get attacked? But I see no wounds." He asked concerned.

What is happening? Why am I here? Where is this? Who is this young man who looks exactly like Draco but is not? Questions ran furiously through her head. Then suddenly it hit her. She remembered when she and Draco were patrolling the corridors, then something wasn't right and they found a gold pocket watch. After that she fell into darkness and woke up in this bed. She turned to look at him from head to toe then the room and realised that this was not the present anymore, but the past.

Her eyes became wide with shock and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. If she told him that she was from his future, he would think she was mad. But I'll have to tell him sooner or later if he is to help me, she thought. And what if he is Draco in another life. Well she definitely liked this one much more than the one in the present.

She managed a weak smile "May I know your name so that I can repay you for saving me?"

He grinned at her "Drake Alstor. It was the right thing to do, no need for that. And yours?"

"Hermione Granger. Thankyou for saving me and sheltering me. How long have I been here?"

"Oh, only a little while. My mother would want to see that you are well. Mother!" He shouted into the other room

An aged woman wearing a maroon dress with a white apron tied around her waist and her grey hair in a bun came into the room. She instantly smiled at Hermione with all her motherly love and came to sit at her side.

"How are you my child? Feeling better? If it wasn't for Drake here, you poor thing might still be in those dangerous woods." She said with sympathy.

"Thankyou for your generosity. I think I might need some fresh air." She smiled

"Of course, of course. Anything for our beautiful guest. By the way you can call me mother Deara if you like." She smiled again, her brown eyes warm with love.

"Hermione Granger"

"What a pretty name. Hermione" She repeated slowly "Drake, accompany our guest outside for a nice stroll. I'm sure you'll enjoy the view from here" She smiled at Drake and then left the room.

"There are some clean clothes at the foot of your bed if you'd like to change into them. Can you manage?"

"Yes." She smiled in appreciation.

"I'll wait for you outside. If you need anything just call me"

A pale-blue cotton dress lay neatly folded in front of her. She clambered out of bed and took the soft fabric in her hands. The dress was quite plain but what attracted her was the thin gold rope that circled the waist and ended with a small bow at the back.

She looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly laughed as she looked like one of those characters she had read in her history books at Hogwarts. She used the brush on the dressing table and managed to tame her bushy hair and quickly splashed her face with the cool water in the basin. She realised that her school robes were no where to be seen including the clothes she had just taken off to change into the blue dress. Time travel definitely has its magic, she thought and went outside to meet Drake.

Drake was leaning against the wall, his arms folded in front. His white-blonde hair moved with the gentle breeze of the river below the hill and his grey eyes looked far into the distance. A sheathed sword hung from his belt, a different companion from his earlier weapons.

Their location was situated on a small hill, and a cobble path led down to the village below. Forest trees surrounded them and just visible above the tree tops sat a grande stone castle, weary of age and worn by wind and rain. But it was a fortress that could withstand any siege, magic or non-magic. Green flags waved in the tall towers, a snake hissing on each.

If he is Draco…Her thoughts trailed off and she turned pink. Was she thinking of Draco? That cold-blooded, arrogant boy who hated her and saw her as enemy. But was it Draco or Drake that was attracting her or a mixture of both? And why were their names so similar. She wanted to scream in frustration. It was so confusing. She decided to comfort herself with the fact that this was Draco, only in the past in another life.

She shook her head of these thoughts and walked towards Drake. He noticed her presence and turned around to face her. His face suddenly took on a shade of red and he turned away so she would not notice.

"You look very pretty in that dress" He coughed embarrassingly

Hermione felt her face warm "Thankyou. It's a very nice dress"

An awkward silence passed between them but quickly went when Drake broke it "We can have a pleasant walk in that part of the forest" He pointed in front of him "It's quite safe while the sun's still out, dangerous at night though " Hermione smiled in agreement.

They started walking, enjoying the afternoon sun and gentle breeze. Birds sang happily and everything was at peace. Suddenly Hermione heard a soft cry. It sounded from a small creature in pain. She followed the cry with curiosity, Drake following close behind, his right hand holding the hilt of his sword. If anything was to attack, he would be ready to defend her.

They were led into some thickets. Drops of blood stained the green leaves and there lay a small grey dragon. He was licking his wound, blood oozing out of it. Half a arrow with peacock feathers was stuck in its tail and it would cry out with pain every so often.

"That's the dragon that was going to eat you when I shot it." Drake exclaimed surprised.

"Oh the poor thing. We have to take it in and heal it. Imagine how much pain it must be in." Hermione said sadly.

"Be careful, it may not know that you mean it no harm." He eyed the dragon carefully.

As Hermione cautiously edged towards the small dragon with her soothing words, Drake on the other hand was captured by the beauty of something else. A small gold pocket watch lay a metre from him and he went over to pick it up. Just then Hermione called him and he absentmindedly slipped it into his leather pouch.

Hermione was cradling the small dragon in her arms and it seemed to like her "Drake, I've managed take out the arrow with magic." She said

"You do magic? You're a witch then. I'm forbidden magic. My parents can't trust me to use it properly" He replied sadly. "And you're holding it! Good work." He smiled.

"I'll teach you if you like. But now we need to get him home so I can heal his wound." She said urgently as fresh blood trickled down her blue dress, staining it as it went.

Back at the house, Mother Deara rushed to and fro helping Hermione with the dragon. She managed to bandage his tail and the dragon bravely withstood the pain. He seemed to understand them and cried out happily to Hermione in thanks.

"He likes you a lot." Drake teased

Hermione laughed "It seems so. I think I might keep it." She paused to think "I'll call you Grey." She affectionately pat its head.

"Such a mysterious name" smiled Mother Deara "Like his colour"

Grey nuzzled her hand affectionately before curling up and falling asleep. Hermione liked the name. It reminded her of Draco's eyes, (or Drake, they were the same person anyway, she thought). It was the one thing she actually liked about him.

"I'll go and prepare dinner. Your father should be home soon" Mother Deara said before going to the kitchen.

Drake suddenly remembered the pocket watch he had found and took it out of his leather pouch. Hermione who was watching Grey turned around and her eyes grew wide at the sight of the watch.

"Where did you find that? Is it yours?" She asked him urgently.

"Well no. I found it by Grey in the forest. Why?" He replied puzzled

Hermione came closer and took it into her hands and inspecting it. "This is the gold pocket watch that me and Draco found and I believe it's the reason why I'm here!" She exclaimed, her feelings mixed between relief and fear.

"Draco? Do you know Draco Malfoy? Our Prince?" Drake asked very seriously.

Hermione looked at him shocked "Draco Malfoy a Prince!" She cried incredulously.